“Kris Bock is a mystery mastermind”! Review of Counterfeits from Readers Favorite
Painter Jenny Kinley has spent the last decade struggling in
the New York art world. Her grandmother’s sudden death brings her home to New
Mexico, but inheriting the children’s art camp her grandmother ran is more of a
burden than a gift. How can she give up her lifelong dreams of showing her work
in galleries and museums?
Rob Caruso, the camp cook and all-around handyman, would be happy to run the camp with Jenny. Dare he even dream of that, when his past holds dark secrets that he can never share? When Jenny’s father reappears after a decade-long absence, only Rob knows where he’s been and what danger he’s brought with him.
Jenny and Rob face midnight break-ins and make desperate escapes, but the biggest danger may come from the secrets that don’t want to stay buried. In the end, they must decide whether their dreams will bring them together or force them apart.
“Counterfeits is the kind of romantic suspense novel I have enjoyed since I read Mary Stewart’s Moonspinners… Appealing lead characters, careful development of the mysterious danger… a great location that is virtually a character on its own, interesting secondary characters… and many surprises.” - Roberta at Sensuous Reviews blog
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Jenny rose from sleep slowly, her body resisting. She could see nothing in the pitch black. Where was she? She blinked, trying to make sure her eyes were really open.
Memories broke through the fog. The phone
call, the rush across country, the late arrival. Crawling into bed in her
grandparents’ upstairs guest room. She groaned and pulled up the blanket.
Morning must be hours away, given the darkness.
The old house creaked, but no sounds drifted
in from outside. Maybe that’s what woke her; she was used to the murmur of city
sounds all night long. Who’d have thought that would become normal?
Her head pounded. Probably dehydration from
the high elevation and dry air.
The house creaked again, followed by a rhythmic sound – like footsteps. Jenny jerked upright, her ears straining. Had she heard a voice?
Downstairs, a door closed. Jenny clutched the
blanket. Imagination be damned. She was not alone.
For a long moment, she sat frozen. During her
ten years in New York City, she had never been burglarized or mugged. It seemed
impossible that such a thing should happen now, here, in an off-season art camp
five miles outside of Jemez Springs, New Mexico.
Maybe it was someone her grandmother knew. But
what were they doing there in the middle of the night? And if they’d come to
see Jenny, they should have knocked, rung the bell. Waited for morning. Anyway,
who knew she was there? Even Ms. Lucena didn’t know when she was supposed to
arrive. She hadn’t told anyone her travel plans; she’d just gone.
She had to do something. Jenny rose and eased open the bedroom door, praying she had somehow been mistaken, that everything would make sense if… when…. She couldn’t imagine a benign explanation.
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